I Wrote a Poem

A Shamanic imagination

Be here in peace,
Seat in this holy place.
Feel the calmness,
Talk in the sound of silence.
Take your hesitation off,
Forget the anger and be soft.
Now close your eyes,
Open your inner self.
You are now floating
On the bluest sea you can imagine.
Your body is burning
By the unbearable heat of sun.
So, you are in pain, suffering.
Imagine your clothes
are taken off and put away.
The clothes are thrown in the sea.
You are burning more now.
The heat is boiling your skin now.
Imagine your whole body
is burnt but not to the black.
But to the point of melting.
Your skin has melted
like a hot ice cream.
Now you have the muscles.
Take them off from the bones.
The muscles are being unattached.
You are now a floating bone pieces.
Now the heat can not hurt you
You have learned to let go.
Now let go of the bones.
Let go of everything.

You are just a soul now.
Now forget everything.
Lose all hope.
Lose all attachments.
Lose all wishes.
Be memoryless.
Be bodyless.
Just be a soul.
Feel the sea.
Feel the heat.
Take the heat.
Absorb the blue.
Absorb the light.
Now you are calm.
Losing all hope is freedom.

Now reconstruct.
First reconstruct your dream.
Then the collect the bones.
Then find the muscles.
Then joint the skin.
Now wear your clothes.
You are now not in pain.
Not in suffering.
Not in regrets.
You are a star on your own.

Now open your eyes.
You are in this holy place,
Seating down.
Are you feeling comfy?
Are you feeling sleepy?
Or are you feeling happy?
Go home, stranger!
Go home and feel with your heart.
Cause from now on,
You will have to use
That burning heart of yours.
For every dream and every reality.
For everything you hope for.